Fear The Living

Part Three.

🌿Alisha🌿

After awaking for the second time inside my new habitat, I thought that it was necessary to explore the secure structure. Each block that I traveled through I was introduced with new names and new faces, each with a smile spread across. Though I had to believe that the kindest I had met was Herschel. Rick had told me that each person that stayed with them had a job to do. Seeing as they were not able to trust me with other members of the group I had been appointed night watches with Daryl; as he was stronger if I tried anything he would be able to easily 'take me down.'

The sun was already beginning to set, causing the sky to turn a variety of pinks and oranges. After filling my mouth with the contents of the plate that the short haired woman, Carol, had handed to me I began to make my way outside.

🌿Daryl🌿

It was the usual dark night at the prison, a mild breezing wiped across my stubbled face as my deep blue orbs scanned the quiet area. Recently I had been appointed to taking night watches, though the gates were secure; we still needed to cautious. Scraping back the stray hairs that fell into my face, I felt that it was a greasy texture against my unclean fingertips. We did have a water supply, though it was best to ration it if we wanted to survive longer; so showering was the least of the anyone's worries. Steadily, I removed myself from my seat on the dehydrated grass area. Unhurriedly, beginning to stalk around the prison ground. Watching as the decaying bodies moaned, continuously bashing against the metal gates. Hearing the soft footsteps from behind me I stood in place though I did not turn to face the person. Gradually, I fell onto the grass once again and stared out behind the gates of out home; Alisha now sitting besides me. At the moment I had found her in the store I instantly recognised her face. Though I could not believe what I was seeing. As I was younger I would always watch Merle and his best-friend from afar; the reason for this was because Merle had told me I was too young. Though there was a secret admiration I had inside of me for the girl. The one time we were able to meet she had been sweet; unlike the other girls Merle brought home I had liked Alisha.

🌿Alisha🌿

We had already begun to spend the majority of our night in silence, as the redneck continued to watch each movement that came from outside of the gates. Though it did feel uncomfortable, I thought it was best to end the quietness between us both.

'How is everything?' I simply said, shrugging my shoulders as I attempted to start a casual conversation. At first Daryl didn't even flinch nor did he blink at the sound of my voice. Waiting for his reply, I tended to the piece of thread that was dangling from the knees of my jeans.

'Fine,' the redneck muttered, his eyes still locked onto the happenings outside of the gates. I had opened my mouth to speak again, though stopped myself. No words were I able to speak to a man who had saved my life. This then had lead to more unwanted silence, a few awkward glances between the two of us. Though as I was left to my thoughts I remembered what I had promised myself the night before.

'You remind me of someone,' I say curiously, my eyes searching for the reason he had caused it; though each time my sight had fell upon his own piercing, bright blue eyes. Daryl grunted at the statement that I had not long spoke of. Gently, my fingertips brushed against the grass causing all sorts of creatures to scurry away. The reason for the questions to flare up inside of my head once again, was because I did not want to speak of the subject anymore. Maybe I had been wrong? I did not want to seem like some deluded girl, questioning him about relatives that he may not even have.

🌿Daryl🌿

'You remind me of someone,' Alisha whispered, a look of curiosity on her freckled face. Though all I was able to reply with was a small grunt, as I brushed the girl away. There may have been a glimmer of hope that she may have been able to remember me, though I did not want to begin to ask such questions. Afraid that I would seem like some sort of stalker, asking her such things about her life before the apocalypse. Especially since they had only been able to meet, again.